I looked in her eyes
She lowered them in surprise
That I'd wooed her
And spoke of young love
Blonde with a cute turned up nose
She looked back at me
Curious that I
Would dare to invade her thoughts
In her spring of life
She wanted to frown
Luckily I was the first
To interest her
Sadly the bell rang
“May I walk you home?” I asked
In reply a nod
She turned then ran off
I couldn't believe I’d dared
As I rushed to class
Later on our walk
A friend took a shot of us
sat on the park bench
Talking about young love ;o)
ReplyDeleteC'mon everybody - "Aaaaaah!"
ReplyDeletebeautiful!
ReplyDeleteAhhh indeed, Altonian! We love being reminded of the times of innocence when life was simple and sweet, and I want to believe that this was the start of a love story that was to last a lifetime. Sometimes it happened just that way! Wonderful poem, Old Egg. I loved it!
ReplyDeleteThis is so sweet and innocent. You captured young love quite well.
ReplyDeleteSweet and innocent, nervous and jerky. Oh, yes. Young love.
ReplyDeleteYour poem makes me smile.
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